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You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night, |
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We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight. |
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So I decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air. |
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Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square. |
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Boy, I could hear that singin' way out in the street, sure was a beautiful sound. |
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So I just walked up the steps an' opened the door an' started to go inside an' sit down. |
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But before I could, a young man walked over to me an said: "Excuse me, Sir, |
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"But I can't let you in with that big black hat, those jeans, that beard an' long hair. |
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So I just left, went back outside, sat down on that kerbing, an I thought to myself: |
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That's the house of the Lord. That guy's got the hell of a nerve. |
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Tellin' me I can't worship anywhere I please. |
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So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees. |
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I said: "Lord, I know I don't look like much, but I didn't think you'd mind. |
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"I just wanted to be with your people, Lord: it's been a long time. |
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"A while ago, a saw a wino over there in the alley, all bent over in tears, |
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"An' I thought how one stained glass window, from this Church, would feed his family for years." |
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"Then there's those fine cars parked outside: too many for me to count. |
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"Made me think how people walked for days to hear your sermon on the mount. |
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"Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it. |
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"Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show: drinkin' beer, screamin: 'Sing Shove It.' |
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"You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place, |
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"With his coat made of Camel hair an' sandals on his feet an' a long beard on his face. |
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"You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, an' take 'em beyond the clouds, |
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"To live forever in Heaven with you: well, I'd sure hate to be in this crowd. |
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"You know, Lord, I'm not perfect; some even call me no count. |
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"But I'll tell you: I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, not what's in his bank account. |
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"So if this is what religion is: a big car, a suit an' a tie, |
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"Then I might as well forget it Lord, 'cause I can't qualify. |
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"Oh, by the way, Lord, right before they kicked me out, didn't I see a picture of you? |
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"With sandals an' a beard. Believe you had long hair too." |
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"Well, this is Paycheck, signing off. |
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"I'll be seein' you Lord, I hope." |
